Stark woke up on a certain morning and yawned while rubbing the grogginess out of his eyes.
After their last expedition to the mountain, they had gone two more times, but they had not yet encountered the beast they were after.
It was not that the beast was impossible to find. Kael already had more than enough information to locate it.
It was just that Kael was being extremely sluggish. He would spend hours observing whatever clue they found, drawing and taking down notes in his little book.
Because of how rare these mimics were, he wanted to ensure he could easily find one again in the future.
Stark rose to his feet to make his bed, but first, he picked up Chubby, who for whatever reason preferred to sleep in the real world, and placed him on the table.
Today was the day he made good on his bet—his agreement to fight the old sage.
Although his chances were slim, Stark believed it was possible. All he had to do was touch the guy, how hard could it be?
